The host obviously didn't take a child like Gu Ange in his eyes, and looked at it with some embarrassment for a long time, "Are you sure this little boy wants to come up and challenge?" ”

Gu Ange said with a smile: "Sure, although I am young, I also want to ask Lin Qiangongzi for advice, what, can't you?" ”

"Isn't Childe's age a little... The host was hesitant.

"What, is there any age limit for this night poetry meeting?" Gu Ange raised his eyebrows.

"This... Of course not, Childe please. The host couldn't do anything about her, so he sighed and had to let her go on stage.

"Young Master Lin Qian." After taking the stage, Gu Ange greeted Lin Qian with a smile.

"The little boy is young, so he doesn't look like he is rushing to take the exam." Lin Qian's eyes flashed when he saw Gu Ange, and then asked with a smile.

"I'm ashamed to say that I'm just looking at my son's outstanding talent and itching, and I'm really not a person to participate in the scientific examination." Since he came to help Zhou Qiye's staff, he naturally wanted to help him try this Lin Qian's reality, "Please?" After a pause, Gu Ange motioned to the person in front of him if he could start.

"Please." Lin Qian nodded, indicating that it was natural to start.

The host looked at the two of them, and after seeing that they were ready, he took out a note from the box on the table, opened it, looked at it, and then showed it to the surrounding crowd, only to see that it was written: The word war.

"This time, the title is 'War,' and the timer begins." As he spoke, the host struck the hanging gong, and with the sound of the gong, a thin incense began to burn.

War? The crowd below let out a smacking sound, this topic is actually a bit difficult for these readers, after all, none of them have really seen what war is, at most they have only read some in the poems of their ancestors.

This question is not easy to write, and if you don't pay attention to it, you may write that the tiger is not an anti-dog.

couldn't help but make the crowd of onlookers below sweat for the two of them.

Gu Ange and Lin Qian were not nervous, the two of them stood on both sides of the ring, both thinking with low eyebrows.

The time of a stick of incense obviously passed quickly. The host struck the gong again, indicating that the time had come.

"Which of the two comes first?" The host asked.

"Naturally, it is Lin Qian's son first." Hearing the host's question, Gu Ange and Lin Qian glanced at each other, both of them are gentle and elegant types, although everyone didn't believe that this young man could compare to Lin Qian, but in front of Gu Ange's face, many people had a good impression of this little boy, and the little boy dared to challenge on stage at a young age, so he had to praise for this courage, right?

Sure enough, good-looking people have privileges, and if the people who come to power at this time are not good-looking, it is estimated that it will be another evaluation.

Sure enough, look at faces regardless of age.

Lin Qian didn't say much, "Okay, then go first, and sacrifice the ugly." As he spoke, he took a slight step forward, and his tone suddenly became a little impassioned, "The poetry world has been rampant for thousands of years, and the ice soul has disappeared into the national soul." Concentrate on the military music, and let the ancient men go. ”

Lin Qian's poems are impassioned, and he has the demeanor of a general who can sacrifice his life for the country at any time. Listening to the crowd of onlookers below, they couldn't help but be a little enthusiastic.

"Good! Good poetry! Sure enough, it's a good poem! The audience burst into applause.

Gu Ange also thought it was a good poem, and applauded it together, and her performance made people feel that although this son was not very old, he was humble and polite.

In this way, even if Gu Ange's poems are really not as good as Lin Qian, people will not laugh at her. Lin Qian smiled faintly, waved his hand modestly, and called it an ugly offering.

When the crowd finally quieted down and looked at Gu Ange, she smiled slightly, "The poems below are not as good as Lin Qiangongzi, just listen to them." ”

Everyone comforted, "The little boy is still young, it's okay." And so on.

"Zeguo entered the war map, and the people were happy to be happy. Relying on the words of the king to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. It is rumored that the First World War was full of sorrow, and the strong troops on both sides of the strait have not stopped. Whoever says that Cangjiang is always fine, and there has been a long blood struggle recently. Although Gu Ange's voice was gentle, it was a little more sad for no reason when it was read out with her poems.

The people in the audience became a little silent as Gu Ange's poem was read out sentence by sentence.

For Gu Ange, war has never been a blood-boiling thing. Over the years, she has traveled between countries, and she has also seen many people die because of the war, and the blood is flowing like a river.

What impressed her the most was that when she passed by a village in Xizheng before, she found that there were only women and children under the age of ten left in it, and that village was called Xingwang Village, but in Gu Ange's opinion, this name was simply a kind of irony of red fruits, such a poor village with no clothes and no food and no food, where did it mean a little bit of prosperity? When the villagers there saw Gu Ange, everyone's eyes were frightened, an old lady who was over the age of six, with gray hair and ragged clothes, trembled and knelt down directly to Gu Ange with the support of a little girl, tears flowed from her cloudy eyes, and she kept kowtowing to Gu Ange, "Official, please, there are really no men in our village, please let us live." ”

In the surrounding leaky house, a pair of frightened eyes hid behind the windows that were only made of some broken paper, nervously watching what was happening outside.

Her actions frightened Gu Ange, who originally just wanted to come in and beg for saliva, was suddenly at a loss, and immediately bent down to help her, and it took a lot of explanation to make the old man believe that she was just a passerby.

Seeing that there was no threat and were not here to arrest the strong men, the people who were hiding in the house came out, and under their explanations, Gu Ange knew that the men in the village had all been arrested and sent to fight.

At that time, Emperor Xizheng had just ascended the throne, and his power was unstable, but he couldn't wait to attack several small countries in the west, which could be bitter to the surrounding villages, and it was originally said that each household would have a man on the line, but Xizheng suffered a few defeats, tens of thousands of people died, and the troops were empty, so Emperor Xizheng ordered to recruit troops around and recruit all the young and middle-aged people nearby.

Later, it developed to the point that it was even connected to the elderly, down to the drooping children, as long as it was a man, they were all recruited. Only the women were left to survive.

Without the pillars, these years have become more and more sad, the remaining women and children are basically not happy, every year the village has to starve to death, freeze to death many people, originally they are prosperous village is also like the name of the village, people are prosperous, rich and happy, and now... Alas! It's hard to put into words.

In this regard, Gu Ange couldn't help them, so he could only leave some silver taels and leave depressed. The so-called war is nothing more than the greed of the superiors.

Of course, those who defend against aggression are not counted.

Once the success of thousands of bones is withered, the world can only remember those famous generals through the ages, and who can remember the thousands of bones of these famous generals? Gu Ange's poems tore away those gorgeous appearances, and put the most cruel side of the war directly in front of everyone's eyes.

Everyone looked at the little boy on the stage in silence, and for a moment their hearts seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and the five flavors were mixed, and they were a little sad.

Even Lin Qian on the stage looked at Gu Ange with some complexity, it was hard to imagine that such a poem would be made by such a young boy, what did this boy who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old go through to have such an artistic conception?